Labor of Love

WHUMP!

Looking back, you see dozens of apples fall into strategically placed baskets below them, the once full apple tree now bare. “Hey, Big Mac, I think that was the last tree.”

“Eeyup.”

Helping Big Macintosh load the last of the full apple baskets onto his cart, you trek back to Sweet Apple Acres, another long day of harvesting complete.

Walking through the fields of trees and watching the leaves begin to fall, you think of how lucky you were to find this piece of paradise…

Growing up in Fillydelphia, you always felt that the city life wasn’t for you, and even though you are a pegasus, you felt more confined than an earth pony on a deserted island. The everyday hustle and bustle of the large city, as well as living in your father’s shadow always left you feeling empty inside. Your parents always put pressure on you to follow in your father’s hooves and become a successful business pony, but you finally made up your mind and flew away without telling anyone, wanting to start a new life somewhere where nopony knew you or your family’s name.

Doing that proved harder than you thought. Baltimare, Los Pegasus, even in Cloudsdale there were too many ponies who recognized you due to your family.

Finally, you found the perfect place, a small little town nestled in a valley under Canterlot. Your first few days went by without incident. No pony knew you or even tried making the connection to your family. The closest you come to having your identity exposed is when a group of ponies from Canterlot visit the library, as the pony in charge of it is a student of Princess Celestia herself.

Looking for work, you come across an ad for a farm hand for a farm on the outskirts of town. You meet Big Mac, and after proving to him that you can handle a full day of labor, he and his family welcome you as one of their own.

That was almost a year ago, and although the constant labor became very tiresome at times, you’ve never been happier with life. Arriving back at the barn, you and Big Macintosh leave your harvest outside and return home.

“Heya, young fellers. Got some cider in the kitchen for you.” an elderly pony called out as you entered.

“Thanks Granny Smith.” you say. Taking a mug, you gulp down the cold cider eagerly, the homemade brew reenergizing you after the hard day’s work.

A red and yellow blur suddenly speeds past you, but Big Mac manages to catch it by the tail. “Woah there, Apple Bloom. Where are you headed?” he asks.

“Ah’m headed over to Zecora’s!” the little filly said excitedly. “Ah’m helping her gather more ingredients for that stuff to cure poison joke. Applejack said it’s ok. I swear ah won’t get in trouble.”

“Okay, but be back before sundown.” Big Mac said. Apple Bloom nodded, then ran off, more than likely thinking that helping the zebra would get her a cutie mark.

You can’t help but smile at her determination. Apple Bloom was also the only pony in town to ever get close of finding your true identity when she asked why a pony with your cutie mark would want to work on a farm. Thankfully, she distracted herself by thinking of a new way to try to earn a cutie mark, and ran off before you could answer.

You head upstairs to shower off the sweat and grime that you accumulated from bucking apples all day. As your hoof is right about to open the bathroom door, the door opens and you find yourself face to face with Applejack.

You both take a few steps back in surprise. “Woah! ‘Scuse me there, sugarcube.” Applejack says, her face turning slightly red.

You can’t help but stare in awe. She just got out of the shower herself, her mane and tail remained wet, draping down seductively. Her piercing green eyes seem to sparkle and she winks at you as she walks to her room. “Got it all warmed up for yah in there! Just don’t be late for supper!” As she walks past you, her tail inadvertently flicks up in the air, lightly brushing against your body. She enters her room and closes the door, and you’re finally able to snap out of your trance. Sighing, you enter the bathroom and splash cold water on your face, thinking back on when you first met.

You didn’t meet Applejack until a few days after you had moved in and started working on the farm due to her traveling to Canterlot. You’ll never forget the first time you saw her; she met you and Big Macintosh out in the fields early one morning after she returned, already bucking apples while most other ponies were fast asleep. Her body glistened with sweat as her powerful and toned legs wound back for another powerful kick. Her beautiful green eyes and contagious smile solidified your mind, and you were pretty sure that this was love at first sight.

Coming back to reality, you jump into the shower and wash yourself off. Your thoughts start to wander, imagining Applejack’s body in the same room as you are just moments ago. You begin to feel blood rushing to your loins, and your cock begins to harden. Your thoughts recollect soon, and you finish cleaning yourself in a few minutes, turning off the water and start to dry yourself off. When you’re almost done, you notice a used towel lying on the floor by the tub. The letters ‘AJ’ are embroidered on one of the corners, and you realize that this is the towel Applejack just used to dry herself with. On impulse, you lower your head and take a quick sniff; yeah, that’s definitely her scent.

Impulse takes over again, your cock springing to full attention. You grab her towel and wrap it around your cock and slowly start stroking yourself with it. Knowing that just moments ago this towel was touching every inch of Applejack’s body brings you a very guilty pleasure, and you start to masturbate faster. Your thoughts wander to Applejack in the shower, after a long day bucking apples, her body all sweaty and dirty. You imagine her beckoning for you to join her, offering to wash your body for you. You can see her rubbing her body against yours, gently stroking your cock with her hooves…

The thought sends you over the edge, and you groan as 4 powerful shots of cum erupt from your cock, spewing your sperm straight into AJ’s towel. You then finish drying yourself off, grab both your and Applejack’s towel and drop them both into the laundry basket.

Returning to your room, you think back on your past year with Applejack. Since that first day, your feelings have done nothing but grown stronger for her. Her hardworking demeanor and simple way of life were things you loved about her, and even though she tried setting you up on a date with a few of her friends, your attraction for her had always stayed strong. You lay down and realize that you can’t hold out any longer. You have to tell her how you feel about her.